Scott dated girls and I did as well but I really wanted Scott. I used to jack off while fucking myself in the ass with a hairbrush handle or my finger.... I loved the way it felt and pretended it was Scott fucking me. Scott lived with his grandfather Vern because his mother had died when he was younger and he never knew his father. Vern was 69, muscular with a barrelled chest full of gray hair. He was always dark tanned because he too was a swimmer and always worked in the yard without a shirt.. ”When I asked her did she not mind guys seeing “ what she had” she said she had never thought that she would enjoy it, but she had enjoyed seeing the guys lust over her the previous night. I had drunk enough to say “ and what about more” she grinned and said “ that’s up to you”. When I pushed and said “would you really think about doing something about it.” She teasingly said “ your anniversary present, you decide what you want to do with it.”We had our drinks and she informed me she was going. I am fully inside you and hold myself there, pinning you to the bed. I feel every inch of you as you feel every inch of me.“Do you want me to fuck you?” I whisper in your ear. I emphasize the harsh dirty cacophony of the word “fuck,” and feel the electric reaction as your pussy grasps me harder.“Oh God, yes.” Every muscle in your body is tensed, every nerve alight and alive.“Tell me, my love. Tell me what you want.”“Fuck me. Please fuck me,” you moan, thrashing under me.“Again. Tell me again,”. You ride with me.’ It was all he was willing to say on the matter. He easily lifted her into the saddle and swung up behind her. One of his strong arms anchored her to him while the other lifted the reins and took off. The trip home took less time than it had taken her to get to the village. Dylan apparently knew a shortcut. But Dylan refused to talk to her, so the ride seemed to take much longer. When they reached the house Dylan halted the horse next to the front entry. He dismounted with.